Last night was date night for my wife and me. As locals, we usually try to make reservations, especially on a holiday weekend, but we failed and had to take the very risky chance of not getting a table. Just one of my many first-world problems.
We used to go to Wine Merchant for the Grassy Bar oysters as often as we could, so we were very excited to hear about the new spot, Grace and Rose. The newly remodeled farmhouse is nestled away from the busy downtown square, which, for a local, is a plus on some nights. It's not far from downtown, but lucky for us, we know how to drive.
We were greeted by the owner, who has always been gracious with us, and let her know we had failed at getting a reservation. She was kind enough to let us sit at the bar so we could be seated right away. This already felt right.
Not only was I incredibly happy to be there with my wife -- who looked stunning, by the way -- but I was also impressed with the remodel of the home. The revamping of this old house was done in such a unique way, staying true to the historical architecture while adding modern details and touches that somehow sexified the place in a completely consensual way, of course.
Christina, who I believe runs the wine program, was absolutely incredible -- fun, engaging, and genuinely happy to serve us on our date night. She guided us through the menu, made some suggestions, and let the races begin. We started with a half bottle of Taittinger bubbles paired with our favorite Grassy Bar oysters.
We ordered the goat cheese stuffed dates drizzled with a hot honey glaze. F me in the goat ass, that shit was fire. I may or may not still be thinking about those little bastards. How I would totally adopt them, raise them as my own, give them my last name, and keep them out of foster care for as long as possible.
Say what you want about kale, but this kale and fennel salad had me rethinking my entire existence. Should I just go vegan? Because this shit had me turnt. The acidity of the lemon complemented the delicious Parmesan that hugged the salad like a great auntie who really loves her nieces and nephews.
Some delicious bread and whipped butter arrived shortly thereafter. The butter was so easily spreadable and luxurious it could make any dominatrix pay to be whipped instead.
We ended up sharing the roasted carrots, which were laid over a delicious tangy base, along with the steak, which was cooked slightly under medium rare -- but honestly, I didn't mind. I was ready to get dirty. The steak fries appeared to be made in-house: perfectly crispy, just soft enough inside, and kissed with exactly the right amount of salt.
The evening led us to a glass of rosé followed by a delicious red, all suggestions made by the wonderful and impeccable Christina.
The farmhouse was packed, but not in a way that felt loud or overwhelming. We could still carry a conversation. It felt like an actual home filled with people eating family-style food that was elevated and thoughtfully executed.
My appreciation for service stems from having worked in the service industry myself. We recognize the hard work owners put into their food, as well as the efficiency, dedication, and commitment their staff brings to customer service. All of those things were achieved last night and then some.
The mix of locals and tourists all under one roof, in one family home, eating their own specific dishes and drinking their own specific wines, made this place feel like more than just another crowded restaurant. It felt romantic, intimate, and somehow like a well-attended family gathering all at once.
Thank you, Grace and Rose, for continuing to provide a unique space where people can come together to enjoy thoughtfully curated food and good company -- especially for the rest of us heathens who just want to get out of the house and not cook dinner on a Friday night.
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